AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 17.

"Hey, we're ready to go. It's going to be crowded tonight and we want a good parking place." Kelsey says, barging through the door.

"How the fück did you find us?" Harry groans, pulling his mouth away from mine.

"I-" Kelsey starts before taking in our position; my body pressed up against the wall with Harry's and his hands under my shirt. "Oh, I didn't mean to. . . We'll be waiting in Niall's car." She exits the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Let's go to my bedroom." Harry growls near my ear.

I'm not opposed to going to his bedroom; every time I'm in there he gives me the best orgasms. I'm just confused because I thought we were going to Vortex.

"But I thought. . ." I begin before Harry cuts me off.

"We're not going. Let them go to club. You stay here with me. I. . . need you." He says.

I look into his eyes again and this time I see a flash of fear before he blinks it away. It makes me think of what he said a couple of nights ago when I pretended to be asleep so I wouldn't have to respond.

"I'll text Kelsey and let her know."

Harry grabs my wrist then and leads the way through his house and up the stairs. When I enter his bedroom behind him, he is already digging in his night stand drawer. My body tingles in anticipation while I text Kelsey. She responds with a "bye, have fun ;)".

Harry walks to where I stand a few feet away from him and tosses his handcuffs onto the bed. I assumed that he was going to demand me to undress but he surprises me by grabbing the hem of my thin shirt and lifting it over my head.

"Turn," Harry says roughly.

When I turn around, my back facing him, his arms wrap around my midsection, hands finding the buttons on my shorts and undoing them easily. How much practice has he had at this? He leaves my shorts undone and unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Next, he goes back and simultaneously pulls my shorts and panties down my legs, letting them pool around my ankles.

I turn back to face him and am standing in front of him completely naked. I've never been afraid to show my body but in this moment I feel the urge to cover up. Harry's eyes rake my body and he doesn't hold back from stopping at my breasts. He sheds his T-shirt easily and strips down to only his boxer briefs, still staring at me as he does so.

Harry closes the space between us and grips my hips, squeezing hard, before leading me to his bed. Pulling his headband off, he ties it around my head as a blindfold.

"Fück, I want you so bad." Harry says and I know from the sound of his voice that he's saying it with his jaws clenched. He grasps my arms and hand cuffs my wrists together, climbing onto his bed next to me. My heart is racing. "Please let me fück you."

"Yes," I say. "Okay."

Harry gets between my spread legs and slides up my body, igniting every nerve ending within me. His mouth comes down on my neck and sucks hard as his hands grip my hips, fingertips pressing against me hard enough to leave bruises. I can feel the bulge in his boxers press against my hip bone, making me breathless.

Harry moves, kissing and sucking at my skin all the down to the apex of my thighs. Without warning he licks down my center and flicks his tongue over me repeatedly. In just minutes I have turned into a moaning mess.

"I want to touch you, Harry." I say. "Please,"

"No," he says back firmly. "Don't do this, not now. Just let us do this my way, okay?"

I nod and the pressure inside me builds as he moves his mouth and tongue over my most sensitive areas. I feel him climb off me and the night stand drawer squeaks. Something lands softly on the floor, assumedly his boxers. The sound of foil ripping fills the room and I jerk on the bed, arching my body, and I try to pull my wrists from the cuffs.

Harry climbs back on top of me, pushing my legs apart with one of his. "Can I?" He asks, moving his lips on my neck.

"Please," I answer.

Harry is quick in positioning himself on me and I feel his tip about to push inside me. I lift my hips up to him, not wanting to wait any longer. With a fast movement, Harry is fully inside me, causing me to cry out in both pleasure and pain.

"Fück, fück. . ." Harry groans against my neck. If my hands were free I would pull his face to mine to kiss his pretty lips.

Harry starts moving at a fast, relentless pace. His thrusts are hard, powerful, and animalistic. Deep moans and strings of curses fall from his lips. His rough hands move over my body, rubbing over my nipples and dipping down between us to tease over my clit.

The muscles in my lower stomach are tightening faster than I can think about it and I feel myself pulsing around Harry's hardness inside me. He's stretching me in the most delicious way, making me scream out every time he's fully inside. I want to hold him in my arms and claw at the smooth skin of his back. I want his mouth on mine, licking and nipping, and teasing at my lips.

Harry goes even harder, to the point where the bed frame is hitting the wall. I am completely speechless and unable to think a clear thought. All I know is I'm in some kind of state of ecstasy. All too soon, euphoria busts through me, shattering any coherent thoughts that may be within me. I fight to free my wrists, causing the metal on the edges of the furry cuffs to scrape my skin. The orgasm seems to go on and on, and when I can finally breathe again Harry is still moving on me.

A deep growl of a moan leaves Harry's lips and I feel him stiffen against me. He collapses onto my chest and his heavy panting breaths fill the now silent room. A couple of minutes later, he slides out of me and removes his bandana from over my eyes. He uncuffs me, but climbs off the bed before I have the chance to do anything else.

"How was that?" Harry asks, a smug look on his face.

"That was fücking amazing." I answer truthfully. "The best." Just if I could have touched him and seen him.

"Good, good."

My body feels more satisfied than I can ever remember it being. I know I'm hooked now, after just one time of Harry having me completely. I crave to touch him, to cuddle with him. I crave for our bodies to be touching but I know it won't happen. These kinds of feelings are dangerous. They're the kind that can lead to heart break. I need to keep my heart guarded. I have to be careful and not let Harry, or anyone else, tear down the walls I've built.

Harry has his boxers back on by the time I get off the bed to grab my clothes. He looks stunning when I actually focus on his face. His eyes are a darker green, his pupils huge, and his lips are puffy and pink. His long curls are a mess atop his head but it looks sexy that way.

"Don't stare." Harry comments. He walks out of his bedroom and I hear him on the stairs. It leaves me wondering what's next for me, what's next for Harry and I.

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